Sword of Nature
Everyone has fear of Darkness,
Locking mind in sacred place;
I can read your horror, priest,
Written down upon your face.
Let me guess - you wanna change it:
Every living wants to live!
I’m the one, who can’t be taken,
Just allow me blood to drink.
You can pray in church, till sunrise
Covers town by blessed light, -
I shall stay the piece of dark side, -
Over me pray has no might.
You cannot confuse me whining -
I’m just part of our world.
The one who made me, made me ripper -
Not for Devil, not for God.
24/02/2014
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